Song Cheng walked in his own courtyard, familiar scenes and the bustling sounds brought him peace, yet... matters concerning the Xiao Family were bound to change everything.
What should he do?
As he was thinking, he saw Ting wrapped in a fluffy cotton coat, sitting on a high stool under the eaves, painting the snow.
The little girl was nearly six years old, with a clean face and distinctly black and white eyes, but her gaze held a maturity and gloom that did not belong to her age...
As a member of the "North Fall Sect" of the Yingui Association, she had seen countless things and heard countless stories over the year.
Each of the scattered spies was her eyes and ears.
Compared to her, An... was just an extraordinarily ordinary little boy.
Song Cheng's suspicion was confirmed.
Ting... was actually his and Miss An, Drowning Ghost, Human Skin Ghost's common daughter.
